Too Hot

Heat, melts my mind;
I begin to puddle on the floor.
No decisions today,
Not that there were
Any yesterday, and I doubt there
Will be any tomorrow.
As the heat keeps rising
So does my impatience,
Small things grow large
Feeding off the energy.

Cool temperament where are you?
This hot head has returned
And it’s dominating me.
When the red comes in,
Everything whites out
And my memory is blank
Of what I do in the heat.

Sweat: friend one moment,
Enemy the next; cool relief
In the breeze, a heavy weight
In the humid stuffed houses.

Heat: drives away words,
Thoughts, and

Poetry.